The endlife
And I don’t mean “careful” like “as long as you brush your teeth and don’t talk to strangers, you’ll be fine.”
No. This is serious business. If you are looking for the end of the world, don’t.
They say it makes a man mad. The living aren’t really supposed to be there, you see. It’s no heaven… and it certainly isn’t hell. It’s not even a purgatory. It’s the endlife, the death of souls, the end of times for those poor people.
The mist is thick, the cries of the not-quite-damned calling though no mouths are moving. Ghosts of former selves wander in search of some greater existence.
So I warn you, my friend. Don’t go looking for trouble. Beware. And be careful.